The dim light from the TV flickered across the twin brothers’ faces as they lounged on the leather couch in their apartment, half-watching an old action movie they’d already seen a dozen times. Popcorn sat untouched between them, the room filled more with sighs and idle chatter than any real excitement.
“This is so boring,” Neon groaned, stretching his legs over Keon’s lap.
Keon shoved them off without taking his eyes off the screen. “Then go sleep.”
“Sleep? You crazy? I’ve been sleeping all week since that fight.” Neon glanced toward the window. “We need something. Anything.”
A beat of silence passed before Neon’s eyes lit up.
“We should invite Katherine over.”
Keon slowly turned to him, brows knitting. “Again with this? Bro, she’s Jake’s wife.”
Neon shrugged, playing innocent. “So
